Jo Smithey sent an email to Jo Jo who didn’t get it outside with her yoyo under cumulo wondering what’s loess, Jo just braids her hair & sends another to Abdullah, whose road crew raises dust in flat wadis nearer Timbuktu (‘Hey, man, we there yet,’ ‘Too soon — but what’s that,’ ‘O, a howdah,Continue reading “Quondam 1”
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What I May Say (is the correct edit)
What May I Say
a marching band, steps in twos, a street fair, the xylophone leans below the chimes he has above the food stand, bacon wraps & sticky cheese or chili — a woman parts her curtains & her hair, running with the napkins & her dogs out the door, ‘Stay, stay…’ &, ‘Have at it’ — theContinue reading “What May I Say”
which of these is first thought we all know all we know as afterthought, the right mistake a perfect place I only wrote I meant to stay
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